Chapter 16

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Part 16:

Without them both knowing, they had fallen asleep together while watching the movie. Geet's head on Maan's shoulder and Maan's head replaced on her head while their hands are entangled tightly, a smile peeking, lingering at the end of their lips. Any passerby would compliment them two, not daring to disturb their beautiful dream. A jealousy lingering in any girl's heart, praying to be in that lucky girl's position. Any guy, upon looking at them, would get closer to their sweethearts, mimicking them two. Maan and Geet had set the airplane on fire. They've become a model for all the passengers. Even the air hostesses were enchanted and some jealous upon seeing them two lost in each other.

"Good Morning ladies and gentlemen, we would be landing in half an hour at the Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport. Please fasten your seatbelts and please lock your tray tables. Thank you."

Geet slowly woke up as the air hostess talked over the speaker. She tilted her head, but couldn't fully do it cause of Maan's head on her head. She tried moving her hand but Maan was holding on to it tightly. Giving in, Geet just sat still sort of enjoying the moment. "Daikh Geet, Maan ne tera haath pakda huwa hai aur tere sir ke ooper apna sir rakha huwa hai, is liye tu move nahi ho sakti. Zayada khush na ho. Ab baithna teri majboori hai is mai tu kya ker sakti hai. Haina? Haan." Geet mimicked to herself. Trying not to be affected by Maan's warm breath on her forehead, nor his hard yet calm hands. His beard caressing against her forehead. She could just fall asleep in his warmth but she wanted to stay awake and cherish this moment. She might not get the chance again.She closed her eyes. She knew her heart was deceiving her, but she liked it. She just wanted to forget all of her problems, her past. And at least hold on to one good memory of him when she'll be gone. Slowly Maan's head started to stir, his fingers slowly moving while still holding on to her hand. Geet didn't know what to do? What if he catches me? What will I tell him? That I held on to your hand tightly cause I was enjoying the moment? Geet just simply let her eyes stay shut, pretending that she's asleep. Maan opens his eyes to see Geet "sleeping" peacefully beside him. Though she has lines on her forehead, indicating that she's in tension while in sleep. Maan smiles at her. "Lagta hai koi ajeeb sa khawab daikh rahi hai." He slowly places his finger on her forehead, and slowly her forehead lines disappear. "Geet while I am here, tumhe koi tension bother nahi kerega." Geet couldn't believe her ears. Did The Maan Singh Khurana just promised her to take away all of her tensions? What's going on with him day by day? This is not the same man whom I got married to. Where did he go? Trying to hide her smile from Maan, she shifts her head to the window, to hide her smile.

-After an hour-

The plane slowly shifts itself on the ground. By then Geet is fully awake from her "sleep", pretending that she didn't hear his sweet talk. She looks out the window, the beautiful Paris is finally here. They both make their way out the airport. It was pretty chilly and Geet didn't have anything to cover herself with except of her dupatta which didn't really help either. Looking upon her struggles, Maan hands over his sweater.

"Ye lo, pehn lo. Warna thand lag jaaye gi?"

"Ji?" Geet asks as if not hearing his question properly.

"Maine kaha yeh sweater pehn lo werna thand lag jaaye gi. Uncha sunne lag gayi ho."

Geet makes a face at him but takes his sweater, muttering "Thank you." under her breath. The Limousin arrives. For whole 1 minute, Geet stands astonished to see a huge car before her. "Itni badi gadi?"

"Haan Geet. Isse Limousin kehte hain." The driver opens the door for them. Geet expected to see passengers sitting in there, just like riding a bus.

"Maan ander koi nahi hai."

"Haan Geet kyunke yeh gadi sirf hamare liye aayi hai."

"Per Maan.."

"Kyun tumne Shahrukh Khan ya Salman Khan ki movies main yeh nahin daikhi kabhi?" Maan mocks with a sarcastic tone.

"Khabardaar mere Shah Rukh Khan ya Salman Khan ke baare main kuch kaha to?" Geet turns into an obnoxious ninja.

"Tumhare?" Somehow the word "mere" made him boil from inside. "Geet tum me sharam naam ki cheez hai ya nahi. Apne husband ke saamne kisi aur mard ke baare main baate kerte huwe tumhae thodi se sharam nahin aati?"

"Ae lo. Is main sharam ki kya baat hai. Yeh to saari dunya jaanti hai ke Geet SRK and SK ko bhot pyaar kerti hai."

How lucky of them. Maan thought.

"Geet daikho bahar daikho. Yeh kounse topic le ker baith gayi ho. Chodo useless topic hai." Though from inside he wanted to scream at the world that how unfortunate he is. Instead of thinking about him his own wife is thinking about some other men. How would anyone tolerate this?

Geet glares out the window in the Limousin which was brought specially for them. Paris looked more beautiful at night time. As they were proceeding with their little journey, the city lights the encounter shine upon them, as if welcoming them. "Wow Maan kitna pyaara shehr hai."

"Hmmm.." Maan half listening. Half of his thoughts were devoted in the thrilling thoughts of his wife with other men like Salman Khan or Shahrukh khan. What will he do then? Stop being stupid Maan, they are STARS. Un ke to laakh female fans hotin hon gi. Geet is just one of them that's all.

"Waise Geet. Your undying love for Shah Rukh Khan and Salman Khan, don't you think ke unki lakhon female fans hon gi? I mean you are just one of them. Phir bhi tum un donon ko itna pasand kerti ho jis tarha kal tumhari un donon me se aik ke saath shaadi ho jaaye gi."

"Kaash Maan. Kaash aisa ho sakta. Shah Rukh Khan is already married. But Salman Khan is not. Un ke saath ho jaaye to wah!"

Geet stares at him with her innocent eyes, not knowing her answer would make him burn in jealousy.

"Shah rukh Khan ki shaadi ki badi parvah hai but what about ours? Bhool to nahi gi kahin?" Maan murmurs under his breath.

"Geet waise hamari bhi shaadi huwi huwi hai. Not only Shah rukh Khan's." Maan makes sure to remind her so if she has forgotten, which seems like it to Maan.

"Haan. Huwi huwi hai. But sirf 2 months ke liye na. Us ke baad aap apne raaste aur main apne."

Maan's heart took a flip. Stupid contract. Geet ko yeh bada yaad hai. Though unaware of the fact that Geet is also suffering from the same "disease" Rethinking about their contract marriage gives her chills, though she herself knows that this is best for him and maybe for her too. Who is she to hurt Maan? Woh mujhe bilkul pasand nahin kerte. But what was this whole airplane scene? Woh mere liye apni business class chod ke economic class main aa ker baithe the. Mere saath Shah rukh khan and Salman Khan ki movie daikhi, we held hands though unintentionally, but still. Unko kuch to feel huwa ho ga na. Kuch bhi. But if he was affected with it, woh mujhse kehte na? He would've said something about his growing feelings? If he have any of course? Yeh kahin one sided love to nahin hai? It's good if he doesn't love me. Unko meri taraf se sirf dard aur takleef mille gi. Main un ke saath aisa nahin ker sakti. Mujhe meri growing feelings ko chupa ker rakhna ho ga. Jab unko meri sachai lagay gi, he will only be hurt.

Throughout the rest of the ride, they sat quite lost in the depth of their thoughts. Making their future plans, differently. By the time they reached the hotel, Geet had fallen asleep again due to the time difference. India was 3 and half hours ahead of France. She should be deep asleep by now.

But Maan was on the phone, talking to Adi who was apparently in India still.

"Adi, how lazy of you? Tum logon ne apni flight kaise miss ker di?"

"Woh s-sir main to time pe pohnch gaya tha but Sasha zara late pohnchi thi."

Maan rubbed his temples, rolling his eyes. Girl problems!, Maan thought.

"Theek hai. Agli koi bhi flight milti hai to jaldi pohncho."

"R-right sir." Maan hanged up. He was already tired, and now this problem has occurred. He turned his face in irritation to see a beautiful peaceful Geet sleeping. Her head laid back on the car seat. A piece of hair strand was bothering his view. Bothersome Maan, without thinking, stroked the hair strand behind her ear quickly but calmly. In the process, Geet got a hold of his hand, clutching her hand with his hand. Maan gave half o a crooked smile at the sleepy Geet. He held on to her hand tightly and placed her hand on his face, quietly guiding her hand on his face. First his forehead, then his cheeks, then his lips where he kissed her hand. Geet felt something and shrugged a little on her sleep. Maan realizing that the car had stopped and the Sikh driver was gazing at him in a confused way. He quickly pulled back giving a glare at the driver. Maan didn't want to disturb Geet's sleep. So he quickly picked her up and took her in to the Hotel Fouquet's Barriere's room, the most luxurious hotel in France. One "room" looks like a mini apartment. He placed her on the bed. Tired as he was, he fell asleep quickly without even changing. Hands entangled, they stayed asleep peacefully.

The End!

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